Come on, Your Highness

Qinglian Temple is on a high mountain. In the morning, there is nothing but birdsong and leaves rustling in the wind. It is quiet and peaceful. The monks here walk lightly and silently, lonely but clean.

He Xichao chose this place well. If he wanted to find a quiet place to forget his troubles and think about life, Qinglian Temple couldn't be more suitable.

But Xiao Hong didn't have time to be quiet, because his hexagram of marriage has not been settled yet.

So early in the morning, he gave up sleeping in, and followed the little monk to do morning lessons with a cane.

In front of the Buddha statue, Master Zhichan sits in the center, and on both sides, several elderly monks sit next to him in turn, facing the young disciples below, chanting sutras and knocking on wooden fish.

Qinglian Temple is not as prosperous as Huguo Temple, and naturally there are not so many monks. With two young monks aged seven or eight, there are only five or sixty people, but these monks are a little less than Huguo Temple. The atmosphere of the world is a little more pure and tranquil.

Xiao Hong sat down to the end with the support of the little monks, and one of them kindly gave him a scripture.

Xiao Hong had nothing to do with Buddhism in his life. Only when he was at a critical moment when he was at a loss what to do would he hug the Buddha's feet and worship all the gods in the sky.

He looked at the scripture in his hand, and after flipping through two pages, he felt that this scripture could only be used as a table foot on his final return journey.

But today he had something to ask the monks, in order to show favor, so he pretended to open it, sat cross-legged and listened to the monks chanting scriptures.

Xiao Hong was in the study, listening to the master shaking his head, he would not last long before he had to lie down on the table.

There are more than 50 monks here, chanting scriptures quickly without any ups and downs, like a group of buzzing bees lingering around their ears, coupled with the rhythmic beating of wooden fish, without the effort of a cup of tea, Xiao Hong is already unconscious. Involuntarily put together, the effect of this sleep aid on him is comparable to a drug.

He struggled a few times, and finally his head stopped, as if he had become an immortal, and there was no more movement.

Master Zhichan seemed to have a feeling, looked up slightly, and saw this little benefactor sitting on the floor, and couldn't help smiling.

He has been the abbot of Qinglian Temple for so many years. Anyone who is sincere to Buddha and has Buddha nature can be known at a glance.

Thinking of the news brought back by the monk who came back from the mountain for alms early in the morning, Master Zhichan looked at Xiao Hong and felt a little interesting in his heart.

Xiao Hong was woken up by a push, probably because he had practiced his skills in the study room. When his body was suddenly touched, he had no condition to reflex the shock. Instead, he opened his eyelids, raised his head as if nothing had happened, and said, "I'm here Immersed in the mysterious Buddhist teachings, my consciousness is out of the body, I am wandering between the heaven and the earth, and I am returning..."

The few monks beside him looked at him with admiration. It was the first time they had seen such a thick-skinned and nonsense ability.

Master Zhichan stood in front of him, looked at him with a smile, and didn't point it out, "Amitabha, the donor's sleepiness has disappeared. It can be seen that the Dharma is exquisite. Congratulations."

After speaking, Master Zhichan lifted his feet and left.

Xiao Hong scratched his head in embarrassment, then set up his crutches, and hurriedly limped along, walking all the way into Master Zhichan's meditation room.

Master Zhichan's meditation room was clean and simple, similar to the squat room he lived in, only a little more spacious. There were some pestle and medicine utensils on a table. Hearing the sound behind him, he said lightly: "His Royal Highness, please sit down."

Just as Xiao Hong stepped forward with one leg, he almost tripped when he heard the words. He grabbed the door panel and asked with a smile, "How does the master know the identity of the king?"

"Your Highness didn't hide it from the old monk, how could you not know?" Master Zhichan brought the medicine powder and put it on the side of the couch, "It's time to change the medicine."

Xiao Hong sat down, stretched out his gauze-wrapped foot and said, "Master, don't you wonder why I came here alone?"

"In the world of mortals, there are three thousand troubles and sufferings in life. Even if you are an emperor, you also have a lot of helplessness. There is nothing else in Qinglian Temple, only one side is pure and can make His Highness forget your worries, but?" Master Zhichan replaced Xiao Hong. medicine, he said.

Xiao Hong nodded and shook his head again, "I'm taking the Mingxin Ladder."

"That is to ask the old monk for a hexagram. I don't know what His Highness is asking for?"

"Marriage."

Master Zhichan rewrapped Xiao Hong in gauze, and said: "Marriage can be met but not sought, and I don't count."

"Never mind."

Master Zhichan looked up at him.

"I just want to give the world an explanation, so that I don't feel so embarrassed, can master help me?"

With pleading eyes in Xiao Hong's eyes, Master Zhichan sighed softly: "Your Highness's marriage is bumpy, and the turning point will be at eighteen."

"twenty."

Master Zhichan looked at Xiao Hong in surprise.

"Eighteen is almost a few years away from twenty, master, if you do well, why don't you let it go later?" Xiao Hong flattered.

Master Zhichan frowned, "Your Highness doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get married." Even if he is a monk, he knows the meaning of a family of wives to a prince.

"After this incident, the king has already looked down on it, so it doesn't matter whether it is true or not." Xiao Hong replied grandiosely.

Master Zhichan smiled, "Your Highness should go back to rest, and you should walk less if you hurt your feet."

He didn't say he agreed or disagreed. He only had a pair of insightful eyes that saw through Xiao Hong's insincere words.

It is true that he does not want to get married, but the reason is false.

Xiao Hong was a little discouraged when he didn't get a response from Zhichan. He wondered if he should throw out the banknotes in order to change the two years.

However, according to the plan, he will live in this Qinglian Temple for a few days, so he is not in a hurry.

At night, after eating the vegetarian meal, Xiao Hong was leaning on a cane to digest food in the yard in front of the hut, but suddenly heard several hurried footsteps coming from far and near.

The monks in Qinglian Temple walked in a leisurely manner, and it was not them when they heard it.

Xiao Hong suddenly became nervous. He came here to avoid people. Apart from He Xichao, no one should know about it. Could it be that his whereabouts were revealed and an assassin came over?

But now I haven't slept peacefully, so I'm too anxious, right?

He raised his head in doubt and looked towards the direction where his footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there was a gradually brighter fire, until a group of guards holding torches surrounded several people and appeared in front of him.

Xiao Hong called out in surprise, "Xi Chao?"

The one who walked in the front was He Xichao, his eyes were firmly locked on Xiao Hong's upturned foot tied with white gauze, and when his cold eyes slanted slightly, he saw the crutch under his arm.

Xiao Hong was not standing close, and under the firelight, He Xichao's face flickered, but for some reason, he felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai, converging on the back of his neck, making him feel hairy , couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"His Royal Highness is good at it. He dared to go up the mountain alone if he hurt his foot. I'm afraid he can go straight to the sky when his foot is healed?"

Although He Xichao said it in a light tone, the people around him immediately felt a powerful momentum and the oppression that was about to come.

The translation is: If you want to die, just say it, and I will give you a ride.

Eunuch Chang, who was behind He Xichao, was about to run towards His Royal Highness, but he didn't dare to move when he heard these words.He could only silently look up and down at Xiao Hong, except that he was leaning on crutches and wrapped in gauze on his feet, he was in good spirits, so he felt relieved.

Now that He Xichao lost his temper, it's better not to talk.

As for Xiao Hong, his face was finished, and he really wanted to ask God, is there still time to hide it now?

Xiao Yi looked here and there, except for Xiao Hong, he was the biggest here, under the winks of everyone, he felt that he should come out to smooth things over, so he cleared his throat and said: "It's good to find the big brother, Xi Chao, Don't be angry..."

"Xi Chao, I was wrong..."

Xiao Yi: "..." Where's your backbone, big brother?The dignified prince actually apologized?

Backbone, in front of He Xichao, is a fart. Xiao Hong ignored Xiao Yi, who rolled his eyes to the sky, limped over on crutches, and asked almost obsequiously: "Well, Xichao, have you eaten? Have you eaten?"

He Xichao shook his head.

Xiao Hong immediately said: "Then I will send someone to remind me, the fast food in Qinglian Temple is quite delicious."

He Xichao naturally didn't get angry with Xiao Hongzhen, so he hummed.

Xiao Hong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Prince Guang's son was speechless: "We didn't eat it either, Brother Hall, why didn't you ask us? We brothers are nothing in your eyes!"

Prince Pingjun touched his stomach when he heard about the meal, "Oh, if I didn't feel the same way, I don't know how to look for it now. Brother Datang really ran into the temple without saying a word. Worry, I’m starving to death, can I have a meal? I think I can eat a cow.”

"Me too. I have never looked for someone like this in my life. I ran from Huguo Temple to this Qinglian Temple. Brother, you really know how to hide. But let's talk it over, don't look for such a remote place next time, okay?" ?” Xiao Yi complained.

These words made Xiao Hong unhappy, "Do you still hope that I will have another bad luck?"

Xiao Ming picked up the conversation, and said calmly: "It's just a matter of rushing, why should elder brother be serious. Why don't you think about how to explain to your father after you go back, and search all the way, elder brother is really capable of tossing around."

Xiao Hong narrowed his eyes and laughed, "This is my business. Thank you brothers for your concern. A friend in adversity sees the truth. I will always remember my brother's thoughts."

Whether it was really worried or came to find out the news, Xiao Hong always regarded them as caring about his elder brother.

After a while, a little monk came over and bowed, "Amitabha, several benefactors, the fasting meal is ready, please go to the fasting room for fasting."

Now that he has found someone and eaten, he can go back home.

However, Xiao Hong said: "You go first, I want to stay for a few more days."

Xiao Yi was surprised and said: "Big brother won't go back with us? How can the father explain it?"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Xiao Hong's face, but in the end he still said bluntly: "Going back is bothersome, and I feel like I'm being laughed at when I see everyone. Forget it, I'm fragile now, and I don't want to face it. Father, he... Will you understand my waywardness?"

"There is nothing on this mountain except this Qinglian Temple, isn't it boring, Brother Datang?" Prince Pingjun asked puzzled.

Xiao Hong laughed, "I want to be clean right now, and it's best that no one disturbs me, so you go back quickly to the emperor's place, and when I figure it out, I will go back and plead guilty, and I can punish him as the old man does. I really don't have the courage."

Speaking of this, several people couldn't tie Xiao Hong back, but they all looked at He Xichao, who had been looking for a companion for two days and one night, wouldn't he persuade his master.

However, He Xichao didn't persuade him much, he just said: "I'll stay with you tonight."

Xiao Hong's eyes lit up, and he responded happily, "Okay."

Lu Feng, the commander of the Yingwang Palace, stayed with his bodyguards, but Eunuch Chang was sent back by Xiao Hong to report to the emperor.

In order to take care of Xiao Hong, He Xichao slept in the same room with him.

After washing up, Xiao Hong went to bed first, staring straight at He Xichao with bright eyes, and said excitedly: "Since you left the palace, you said how long we haven't slept in the same bed, Xichao, I'm so happy Ah! Otherwise, if you live here for a few days, it will be like a fairy, so wonderful!"

He Xi looked back at Xiao Hong, who was so beautiful that he was almost rolling, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll leave tomorrow morning."

"It's so early..." Xiao Hong's mood fell instantly, he thought for a while and said coquettishly, "Don't, just stay for another day and accompany me, an injured person, it's human nature."

He Xichao smiled lightly, turned his gaze to the foot wrapped in white gauze, and said casually: "Speaking of injuries, shouldn't you be honest and explain what happened to this foot?"

"This..." Xiao Hong was a little embarrassed, but he raised his neck proudly and said, "I was so happy that day, so I lay on the bed and couldn't sleep, so I got up and punched. Just kicked it to the screen, it’s okay, don’t worry.”

He Xichao nodded, "So you just follow the imperial physician to Xi'an Bo Mansion?"

"That's not it. I peeled off my toenail at that time. The imperial doctor said that I should just walk carefully. It was just swollen from climbing too hard yesterday. Master Zhichan is very skilled in medicine. He has already given me medicine, and I feel much better."

"This mountain road is not far away, how could it be too fierce?"

"That's because..." Xiao Hong suddenly came to his senses, stopped talking, and looked like he was about to end my tears, then saw He Xichao asked with a half-smile, "Have you spent the banknote?"

Xiao Hong licked his lips, "Well, we are in the most difficult time now, so we can save a little bit."

He Xichao nodded, "Have you climbed the Mingxin Ladder?"

"Um……"

"I'm so touched, is that divination?"

"not yet……"

"Did not mention?"

"No, the old monk agreed, but he didn't want to add another two years."

He Xichao sneered and said, "Isn't this nonsense? You are now sixteen and you want to look good. When you say that the calamity of eighteen has come to an end, why do you think of twenty? Isn't it because you have selfish intentions and don't want to get married? The old monk is not stupid. Tickets are bought for these two years.”

"..." So he stepped up the ladder in vain, right?Xiao Hong suddenly lamented and stretched his legs on the bed, feeling weak all over.

He Xichao simply didn't want to talk to him, "Okay, move inside, I'm tired and want to sleep. I'll think of a way tomorrow, I really can't see it, you're quite picky."

Xiao Hong turned over, but instead of facing inward, he turned outward, "The money you have saved with great difficulty, naturally you have to save some money. Don't sleep outside. From yesterday to now, you haven't closed your eyes, right? Sleep soundly."

He Xichao glanced at his injured leg, and was about to shake his head when he heard Xiao Hong say, "I'm not thirsty, I won't drink water in the middle of the night, and I won't go to the toilet, don't worry."

He Xichao was indeed very tired. In order to express his worry and anxiety, he almost forced his eyes to open until now.

"Sleep, I'll watch over you."

So He Xichao no longer refused, and climbed inside.Xiao Hong lifted the quilt to cover him, and even patted him.

He Xichao was really exhausted.

And the breath beside him was familiar and safe, allowing him to lose consciousness with confidence.

In the ambiguity, he suddenly heard the person beside him asking him: "Xi Chao, didn't you say you would wait a few days before you come back? Why did you come here after only one night?"

Xiao Hong waited for a while, but He Xichao didn't answer.

He sighed, thinking that he fell asleep so fast.

Unexpectedly, after a while, He Xichao turned over, faced inside, and muttered, "That idiot hurt his leg..."

The author has something to say: Xiao Hong: Xi Chao is sleeping next to me, excited!

Yao: If you have the heart but not the guts, you have the skills!

Xiao Hong: Do I not want to live?